sheepish

I’m beginning to feel a bit sheepish and silly about the length of the Maybe Church saga. (We’re about halfway at this point, just so you know. Weeee!) When we posted the story on our FOC blog over the summer, the blog went “live,” so to speak, with all the posts already up, in chronological order. We didn’t post one on Day 1, the next on Day 2, etc. They were all there as a complete story for people to read or not. Because of that, maybe I lost a sense of, uh, the sheer volume of what I’d written here. It’s strange to me to think that’s the case because it took so much out of me to write all of this, but I really think that’s what happened. Once it was up, I think I just viewed the story in bulk, not in individual posts. Now I find myself looking at it and thinking, “Good grief, Trace,” or as if I’m hearing George Burns in my head — “Say goodnight, Gracie” (or “Say goodnight, Tracey.”)

On the other hand, I’m assuming if anyone is feeling burnt out on the story (which I could understand), they simply wouldn’t read the posts anymore. I don’t want anyone feeling any obligation to read the posts simply because they have the password, okay? It’s a real commitment to read these posts and I want to acknowledge to all of you that I know that and I so appreciate any of you sticking with it.

Because, seriously, now that I see them all lined up in my drafts box like little soldiers waiting to be deployed, well, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at how insane that looks to me.

(That said, I’m sure I’ll be posting the next installment shortly. Hahaha.)